"The TaskMaster's Duties"

as recalled by Kitausa-dvinsu Salatrel

Another fine production from the blue moon sweatshop

Grecharda, a young Klingon kitausu strides to the TaskMaster's door. "Out of my way Vulcan!" she breezes past Vorik, the TaskMaster's assistant.

She barges into the office, uncaring that she has interrupted a most interesting scene.

"S'haile, I must speak to you of a most urgent matter!!!" The impatient Klingon woman declares most haughtily.

Selek, the enthusiastic TaskMaster for all these 50 or so young female writing servants is standing in the middle of his office. Kneeling before him is his newest acquisition, a young female, named Helen. She turns her head and glares at the Klingon intruder." I am speaking with the S'haile now, you rude Klingon!!" and she turns her head back to the S'haile's open robes.

"You don't look like you are talking!!" Grecharda fumes back with her hands on her hips.

Helen, in a little self-satisfied voice returns, "I'm doing research on how Vulcan male genitalia respond to stimulation. I told the S'haile I have no first hand knowledge and he agreed to be a primary resource. You can always wait!!!"

The Klingon, now furious, grabs the little human by her red hair. The human's little teeth clamped down on the Vulcan's member in shock . Selek's eyes widen in shock and he winces in pain as her little teeth are dragged across his most sensitive skin as the Klingon wrenches her head away from his groin.

"OOOOUUUUUCCCHHHHH!!!!"

"Listen you little pah'tak!! I have a deadline to meet!" and the enraged Klingon threw Helen across the room. "S'haile!" she gives a slight bow and hurriedly starts, "...would you please tell me, "and she rips open her robe to reveal her naked breasts. "Would you consider these full and voluptuous or round and perky?"

Helen was now enraged and rushed at the distracted Klingon and knocked her to the floor. They begin to hit and smack each other. Helen's flimsy short gown was easily torn in the tusselling. Grecharda robes were hanging off her shoulder and her bronzed naked body gleamed in sweat.

Helen's gown was torn off her and laid in shreds on the ground. Her milky white body and small breasts jiggled in the enormous effort she expended to fight the much stronger Klingon.

Selek just stood back and watched with barely contained amusement at the cat fight over his services. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought, 'Some mud! Some mud! My logic for some mud!'

Vorik came rushing in upon hearing all the commotion He looks at Selek questioningly and raises one inquiring eyebrow and asks, "S'haile?"

"Let them work this out themselves. Remember Vorik, I told you that being the TaskMaster has it rewards... as well" and he indicted to the fighting females.

Just then T'Ailtu and Salatrel, veteran kitausa strolled in from playing hooky this afternoon. They were shocked at the display of lack of decorum from the two young women in the office.

Salatrel whispered to her friend." This is vaguely reminiscent of..." She stopped and was practically knocked down by the two women rolling around on the floor.

As the Klingon woman got up on all fours and had the small human in a head lock, Salatrel and T'Aitlu craned their heads to take a look and her backside They turned to each other in surprise and simultaneously gasped" So that is what a Klingon's looks like!"

Salatrel took another look and with a confused expression asked. "Did you see what I just saw?" She started to scratch her head in confusion." I could have sworn I saw teeth!"

The two women continued to roll and fight on the floor without any signs of slowing down. But the fine furnishings and collectibles of the TaskMaster's were beginning to get smashed in the fight.

Taurik entered the room. He looked at the fighting women. He shook his head and sighed. "S'haile, this is the behavior I was speaking to you of."

The TaskMaster drew his robes closer around his form and with a solemn nod he commanded to Taurik. "End this"

With a slight nod of acknowledgment, Taurik took the remote control from his robes, tapped in a few commands and the two fighting women froze. They began to shake; their bodies and heads quivered from the amazing vibrations of their permanently implanted dildos.

The two women fell to the floor, exhausted and compliant.

"S'haile" Taurik began. "The next time you are absent for any extended period of time, we ask that you do not take the controls home with you but rather leave them here with us. "

As Vorik and Salatrel help the two women up from the floor, T'Aitlu walked over to her TaskMaster "You now see the logic in such a request?" and she softly strokes his chest, in the way she knows he likes.

He grasps her fingers and kisses them softly. "Yes," he murmurs and looks into her eyes. "It has been too many days since you have done that, T'sai. I had almost forgotten your unique technique." and he let her fingers go back to playing with his chest hairs once again.

Without looking away from his eyes, T'Aitlu commands, "Salatrel,... close the door on your way out."

As they hear the door close....

T'Aitlu met his eyes. "I have missed you. I have had to find other matters to entertain myself and they do not entertain me quite as sufficiently as you do."

"I was only gone for two days." He felt some apprehension at the tone of her voice.

She reached to the back of her head and withdrew the decorative comb that held her hair up. She shook it loose then tossed the comb onto his desk. Her hands were placed on his chest and then she gently forced him back until he was against the wall.

She licked her lips. "Now I do not want to be left alone with these children.... again. Salatrel and I.." She sighed. "... we have an understanding. The other kitausu are an annoyance."

"That leaves Vorik and Taurik?" He guessed then cleared his throat.

"Yes it does." She leaned forward and kissed his neck. "And they do not know how to entertain... in the least." She whispered close to his ear. She sucked gently on his skin at the base of his neck then moved lower. Her hands opened his robe slightly as her mouth traveled down to the already hard nipple. Her tongue licked it slowly and smiled at the shiver it caused in him. She moved to the neglected nipple, using her teeth she gently bit.

"What exactly is your complaint, T'sai?" He was holding onto his control with a tenuous thread.

She straightened. Her hands held the fabric of his robes tightly. "I have had no entertainment for two days, S'haile... and I have had these dreams...."

"Dreams?"

"Dreams." She moved one side of his robes off his shoulder. "And in these dreams..." she kissed his shoulder then bit gently into the skin. She drew in a breath and moved closer to him. "You were very entertaining."

Selek nodded, speechless.

She moved the other side of the robe off his shoulder and repeated the treatment. "You were doing things you had never done before..."

Selek began to mentally run through past events. He cleared his throat again. "Never?"

She shook her head. "No." She kissed him gently, wet his lips then captured his mouth hungrily. She moved down his body and slowly knelt at his feet. She unfastened the waist clasp to his robe then leaned forward and kissed his firm stomach.

Selek moaned as she licked the tip, then watched as his hard cock disappeared into her mouth. Her tongue added to the stimulation and then she began to suck on him. He was grateful for the wall's support and his hands clenched in the fabric of his robe. "O-o-o-h-h." Selek was not certain how long he would remain standing but he couldn't move.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft then began to stroke him. She felt another shiver and heard his low moan. He was close and she prepared herself.

Selek moved his hands into her hair just as his knees weakened and his body shuddered with his climax.

She drank it down. Sucking and savouring every drop. She tasted the last of it. She lifted her head, stood and kissed him soundly.

"Don't ever leave me with these boys again." She whispered to him, slipped his robe back into place then stepped back.

Selek rested heavily against the wall. "Agreed, T'sai."

T'Aitlu drew in a deep breath then let it out. "Good now that that is settled. I will return to work."

Selek nodded as he reached to the near-by chair for support. He sat down heavily in the chair and stared at the door after she left. "What would I never have done?" He muttered as his body slowly regained some strength.

A knock on the door. Selek closed his robe and cleared his throat. "Come."

Taurik stood with what seemed to be an empty bottle. "S'haile, the shipment of passion fruit juice seems to have fermented."

Selek tried to keep the smile to himself. "Let me guess, it's T'sai T'Aitlu's favourite drink...?" He was beginning to see the pattern.

"Actually the last few days she's been drinking the Romulan ale. The one with the aphrodisiacs in it."

Selek closed his eyes. "Hide the rest of the shipment, Taurik."

"As you wish." Taurik turned to leave then stopped just outside the door. Odd request coming from Selek he thought to himself. He brushed passed T'Aitlu as she bent down looking for something.

"Anyone seen the bottle opener... I can't twist these off."

"Allow me, T'sai T'Aitlu." Taurik took the bottle and removed the cap, handing it back realized that it was another bottle of the ale.

"You know I have had one a day for the past two days and I do not feel any different. This will be my second today. I'll see if it has any effect on me." She drank down the slightly cooled drink. "My writing has not improved one iota. My dreams however have been very interesting..."

Finis

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